48 Hours

I get two days off and somehow I always end up short on time. Spent the entire day running around trying to do prep work for a wedding in Vegas on Monday. I'm down to the wire so I'll be heading downtown tomorrow and picking up my suit I got some alterations done on as well as picking up some dry cleaning I turned in today which consist of some nice-ass shirts I plan on wearing with the suit. I already picked up my cufflinks last time I was downtown so that's one less thing I gotta worry about. One thing about me is I don't half-ass. The only person that should be better dressed than me there is the fuckin' groom. And also, I love going to Vegas. It's like a morality carwash. I can bring anything I want and leave behind whatever I choose.